"Hey, isn't this the benefactor Yan Xiao?" A voice interrupted Yan Yu's contemplation.
Yan Yu looked back and saw the two fat monks in the kitchen who were very close friends with her. At this time, they were carrying two loads of things. They must have just returned from buying goods from outside.
"Hey, two masters, long time no see."
Yan Yu waved to them and said hello.
"Master, you guys chat slowly, I'm going to meet my friends."
"Hahaha, let's go, let's go." The tree cave monk was really amused by Yan Yu's call as a friend.
Yan Yu trotted over to the two fat monks. Seeing that they were not joking, he was also happy.
"Little donor, where have you been these days? Why are you so thin?" The fat monk looked at Yan Yu's cheeks without any evil thoughts. All he saw was weight loss.
"Isn't that right? I haven't had a meal these days. How can I not lose weight?" Yan Yu also said pitifully.
"Then have you eaten today?"
"Not yet. I'm really hungry, so I just thought of this. The craftsmanship of the two of you made me really miss it."
"It just so happens that we have dumplings to eat today. Come on, come with us. Let you have a taste first." The two fat monks carried the burdens and asked Yan Yu to go with them.
"Okay."
Chen Mo and Chen Mo watched them leave and stirred things up again.
"Master, before I came to Mount Liusu, I heard that there are very powerful swordsmen here, so I wanted to come here to ask for advice. I wonder where they are?"
Chen Mo talked about the main purpose of his eastward journey. When they were at the border of Xia Kingdom, their team leader said that there was a Dao Tu Temple to the east, and there was a group of monks who were very good at using knives.
"Hahahaha." The tree cave monk laughed even happier after hearing what he said.
"I wonder why Master is smiling."
"Donor, you must have heard this from hearsay." The tree cave monk calmed down his expression. "We only have sword-wielding monks in Liusu Mountain. As for those who are very good with swords..."
"Isn't holding a knife just..."
"Haha, this knife is not that knife. Just as people often say that the butcher knife that puts down the butcher knife and becomes a Buddha immediately does not refer to the butcher knife used by butchers in the market. Perhaps the name of our eighteen knife-wielding monks in Liusu Mountain is misleading.
Most people, because of our relationship with the Tang Dynasty, think that the sword-wielding monk is the one holding the sword."
Then he explained the meaning of the sword-wielding monk. The Tang Dynasty was founded on swords. The monks who helped the Tang Dynasty were actually not good at using swords. It was just that the weapons at that time were the most common weapons, and there were many good swords. At that time,
The monk picked up the sword. After the Dao Tu Temple was built, the monks who specialized in catching monks who violated the precepts were called sword-wielding monks. One was to commemorate the predecessors who died on the battlefield, and to show the prestige of Liusu Mountain, so they held the sword.
Sword monks are not monks who are good with swords, but a group of people who are good at martial arts.
The Eighteen Sword-wielding Monks are not just eighteen people, but eighteen teams.
The rumors about them in the world may be misunderstood because of their names and their relationship with the Tang Dynasty.
"So that's it." Chen Mo was slightly disappointed.
"Donor, why should you be disappointed? Since you have come to the Tang Dynasty, there are also many good swordsmen here. For example, the conference held not long ago in Kongji Mountain was a grand gathering of swordsmen like you.
It is most appropriate for juniors to participate, but this conference only happens once every five years and it has just ended. I’m afraid..."
Chen Mo took off Qingyu from his waist and put it on the table, saying, "This is one of the prizes from the conference."
"Oh? It seems that the poor monk is blind. It turns out that the benefactor is one of the three heads. Sure enough, a hero emerges from a young man, Amitabha." The tree hole said with some emotion.
"Donor, the poor monk didn't finish what he said before. Sword-wielding monks don't necessarily use knives, but there are still some who know how to use knives. Donor must have been to Fumo Temple. You should have met my junior brother Shuku. He
He was once one of the eighteen sword-wielding monks, and the weapon he used was also a sword. He has quite a lot of experience in using swords. Maybe you can ask for advice."
Hearing this, Chen Mo's eyes lit up, and he recalled the old monk from Fumo Temple. At that time, he could feel that this monk had a good aura.
"Thank you, Master, for your guidance."
After that, Chen Mo asked the monk in the tree cave for other questions, and finally left with Yan Yu after having a dinner here.
When he returned to his residence late at night, Yan Yu shamelessly packed back some dumplings and kept them for tomorrow.
"Where are we going tomorrow?" Yan Yu, who was already lying on the bed, asked. Chen Mo had said before that he was going to two places. We went to one today, but what about the next one?
"Fu Mo Temple."
"No, I'd rather be at home alone than go. By the way, I'm a little too wet to greet the old man fishing. You can go by yourself tomorrow. I don't have time." Yan Yu turned over and turned away.
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"Why do you have to fight against people who have no grievances against you? Aren't those who steal people's things run away? It's better for you to still worry about whether they have any treasures."
"I fell asleep and didn't know what you were talking about."
"Okay, if you don't want to go, don't go. Then I will go to Hongli Garden by myself."
"Are you going to go back on your word?" Yan Yu sat up suddenly and looked at Chen Mo in the darkness.
"It's you who didn't accompany me to Fumo Temple."
"I said, I won't go."
Chen Mo heard a trace of anger in her tone.
"If you don't want to go, don't go."
...
The next day, Yan Yu sneaked out early. She didn't believe Chen Mo's words. Last time, he dragged her to Fumo Temple, so it was better to escape by herself while Chen Mo was still awake.
As soon as Yan Yu left, Chen Mo woke up. Originally, he planned to take her up by force. Since she had escaped like this, he thought about it and just went alone.
There are still very few pilgrims in Fumo Temple. Chen Mo saw one today and followed him up the mountain. Seeing how out of breath he was, Chen Mo was embarrassed to surpass him.
"Donor, we meet again. Very few people can come to Fumo Temple twice in such a short period of time." At the top of the mountain, the monk named Shugui met Chen Mo who came here again.
"Master, was it you that night?"
After Chen Mo greeted Monk Shuku, they walked side by side and asked about what he saw the night he broke through. In fact, Chen Mo himself did not see Monk Shuku, but he only felt the power of insight after breaking through.
When he got here, someone was watching him, and he could vaguely feel this person's aura. He was familiar with him. The only person he could be familiar with at Fumo Temple was Monk Shuku.
"Yes, I was meditating that night and noticed that the spiritual energy in that direction was turbulent, so I checked it out and found that the donor was breaking the boundary there. I had no intention of disturbing it. Please don't take offense."
"If anything, this is your place. I'm sorry for causing you any inconvenience."
"Haha, that's not what the donor came here to talk about." Monk Shuku said with a smile.
"Indeed, I went to Longyou Temple yesterday and heard from the tree cave monk there that you are also an expert in using swords, so you came here to learn from the scriptures." Chen Mo patted the two swords on his waist.
"Haha, I'm not really an expert. I just know how to do a few sword moves. But the poor monk has been using the sword for many years and this hand can no longer hold the sword."
Shuku stretched out his withered palm. In fact, Chen Mo understood that what he said was that he couldn't hold the knife, not because he couldn't lift it, but because of other reasons.
"I have been facing this crack every day for these years, thinking about how to put down the knife in my heart."
The two of them were now on the stone arch bridge with a crack on the top of the mountain, looking at the crack cut open by the demon-subduing monk. Even though it was not the first time that Chen Mo had seen it, he was still attracted by this masterpiece.
"That's such a pity. I wanted to learn from the master, but it seems I don't have this opportunity." Chen Mo said with some regret.
"You are old. This world belongs to you young people. You are always looking for something to do with us old guys. Even if we old guys are in glory, we are not old yet."
"You were once young, but we were never old."
"What the donor said is quite interesting. The poor monk took note of it and thought about it later." Monk Shuku continued with a smile: "Since it is the poor monk's senior brother who speaks for you, the poor monk also has something to give to you.
Donor, please wait a moment."
Shuku left, leaving Chen Mo alone on the stone arch bridge.
"Little brother, are you familiar with that master?" The only pilgrim in the temple talked to Chen Mo.
"This is also my second time here." Chen Mo said lightly.
"You must be a martial arts practitioner, little brother. I saw that your face didn't turn red when you came up. To be honest, I'm quite envious of you, but it's a pity that I don't know martial arts." The man took a breath and continued: "To be honest, I'm very envious.
Yes, for me, one visit here is enough. When I come to Liusu Mountain, I have to see what people thought at the time and build the temple here. You see, there are not even more pilgrims here.
"
Chen Mo did not continue to talk to him. They were just nodding friends. Chen Mo was not the kind of talkative person.
When the man saw that Chen Mo was ignoring him, he felt bored. Seeing that the old monk had returned, he didn't want to disturb their conversation, so he left.
Monk Shuku handed a book to Chen Mo and said, "These are some of the poor monk's sword practice skills and techniques, which should be helpful to the donor."
"This is not good." Chen Mo did not take it. For such things, he usually takes them out during inheritance. He is not his disciple, and has no intention of becoming his disciple.
"Donor, please accept it. It will be gathering dust here anyway. Since you have met someone you are destined for, why not let it shine."
Chen Mo took the book and looked at it, but there was no name.
"Then thank you, Master. I will return the book when I leave Mount Liusu."
"No need, the donor will keep it, and he will give it out when the donor meets someone he is destined for."
Chen Mo didn't shirk away from him. As for what to do with the book then, let's talk about it then. Keeping it by his side may not be a good thing.